Ying Mingcheng has been coming to pick her up from get off work recently, but he hasn't returned to the team yet. Mu Huaixi thought he would be very busy after returning to the team, but she didn't expect him to say he would come to pick her up.

Song Zhengxin and Pei Ru had said a few days ago that they would treat the two of them to dinner, but both families were very busy recently, so it was postponed until today.

Fortunately, apart from Xia's mother, most of the people who came today were asking about the plaster. Mu Huaixi finished his work on time and looked out the window. There was still a hint of red in the sky.

The rosy sky was so gorgeous that it was fascinating. The sky seemed like a huge kaleidoscope, and the movement of each cloud brought magical and dazzling changes. Mu Huaixi stood by the window, unable to recover for a long time.

The last bit of light purple faded away, and Mu Huaixi felt her eyes darken. But before she had time to feel melancholy, a beam of light turned in from the entrance of the clinic and swayed towards the ground in her direction.

The man behind the flashlight seemed to be holding a cigarette. The red dot flickered in the hazy light reflected by the downward beam, and his face became blurred. Only his exceptionally straight nose could be vaguely seen.

Mu Huaixi looked at him in a daze. She actually felt that Ying Mingcheng, who was surrounded by smoke and halo, was even more mysterious than the sunset just now. She was extremely curious about his expression at the moment, but unfortunately she couldn't see clearly through the glass. She could only pack up a little and run out in small steps.

Ying Mingcheng didn't go into the house, let alone urge her. He just stood in the yard and waited. When she came to his side, he put out the cigarette butt, turned around and exhaled the last puff of smoke, "Let's go."

"Why didn't you call me?" Mu Huaixi then realized that his colleagues had left long ago. No wonder Ying Mingcheng came to the hospital. He must be worried because he hadn't seen her for a long time.

But this worry was very restrained, just like the worry she had this morning. Mu Huaixi felt a sweetness in her heart, and then she heard someone beside her ask, "Is everything really okay this morning? I heard about what happened to the Xia family. Do you want us to go and offer our condolences?"

"Okay," Mu Huaixi blinked, feeling rather helpless. This man's worry was restrained, yet also overbearing. He had to make sure she wasn't affected. She immediately understood that Ying Mingcheng's intention to visit her was fake, and his real intention was to cover for her.

Mu Huaixi had previously used her anger to frighten Xia's mother, causing her to curse Xia Dazhuang as a ghost prescription that could cure illnesses but had its own selfish motives. She didn't expect Xia's mother to wake her son up by scolding him, but simply hoped that Yu Xiuhong would feel more at ease. If Xia Dazhuang hadn't frozen to death, her actions would have been praised as chivalrous by others.

But Xia Dazhuang's death was sudden and tragic.

No matter how much of a bastard Xia Dazhuang was when he was alive, now that he is dead, all the bad things he did will be forgiven. No matter how much Xia's mother doted on her son or tortured her daughter-in-law and granddaughter, she sent away her husband and son, and she was just an old lady who had lost hope in life.

Yu Xiuhong, who had no good reputation before, will have an even worse reputation in the future. She is destined to be childless and unlucky in marriage. If Xia's mother is more cruel, she may be forced to death by this reputation.

Therefore, Mu Huaixi did not refuse Ying Mingcheng's condolences. The Xia family had a connection with the army. If some supplies could be sent over, it would make this broken family feel better.

Mu Huaixi told him in the morning that he was fine, but now he began to reflect.

On the way home, she carefully told Ying Mingcheng what happened at the Xia family. The more she spoke, the more upset she became. "I was still too impatient."

She wanted to help Yu Xiuhong, and there were actually many ways to do so. However, the past events were too similar to hers, which stimulated her and made her make unusual judgments and actions.

Ying Mingcheng didn't expect that this question would lead to such a big thing. He turned his head to look at Xiaoxi who had her head down, and didn't expect that she still had a knot in her heart.

"The prescriptions you prescribed for Mother Xia are all effective, right?"

"Of course," Mu Huaixi raised her head, her bright peach blossom eyes filled with disbelief, as if questioning how he could doubt his medical ethics.

Ying Mingcheng couldn't help but raised his hand and rubbed her slightly furrowed brows, "Little girl, don't frown."

Mu Huaixi curled her lips and didn't care at all, and continued to condemn her with her eyes, but Ying Mingcheng's next words made her immediately scratch her eyebrows, for fear of leaving marks.

"Frowning leaves marks, which block your fortune." Ying Mingcheng saw her frantically rubbing her brows and suddenly asked, "Does Xia Dazhuang's death have anything to do with you?"

“…”

Mu Huaixi stopped and looked at him speechlessly and amusedly. Seeing that he kept looking at her and insisted on giving her an answer, she punched him in anger and said, "It matters! I removed all the leaves from him!"

Ying Mingcheng didn't dodge. She hit him hard but it didn't hurt. Instead, he grabbed her hand and rubbed it, fearing that she would hurt herself. "Since Xia Dazhuang's death had nothing to do with you, and the medicine you prescribed for Xia's mother was also a good remedy, what do you have to blame yourself for?"

“…”

Mu Huaixi opened her mouth slightly and looked at Ying Mingcheng blankly. She really didn't expect him to say such a thing, but when she thought about it carefully, it made sense.

"Of course it makes sense," Ying Mingcheng continued while rubbing her hand. "From what you said, the daughter-in-law of the Xia family didn't have a good reputation. Your original intention was to help her, but perhaps God couldn't stand it anymore and took Xia Dazhuang away. If she can stand on her own feet, she won't care about this reputation. If she can't, no matter what you do, or what God does, she will only feel sorry for herself."

Mu Huaixi licked her lips and had to admit that what he said made sense. Her confused thoughts were straightened out at once, and the irritability lingering in her heart was inexplicably soothed.

"but......"

Mu Huaixi's nerves were immediately aroused by this turn of phrase. She didn't even notice that the corners of her mouth turned down habitually. In the past, when her aunt talked about her, she would give her a sweet date and then slap her in the face. She was used to it.

But Ying Mingcheng didn't slap her. He walked around to the other side of Mu Huaixi and took up her other hand and rubbed it. "But don't be afraid even if you get into trouble. I'm here for you."

"Ah!" Mu Huaixi screamed, and took her hand back the moment he let go, and clasped her hands in front of her chest a little unnaturally, "You, you're pressing on my muscles."

Ying Mingcheng thought he had hurt her by being too strong, so he touched his nose embarrassedly and said, "Teach me how to massage, and I'll help you relax in the future."

Mu Huaixi nodded randomly. She was really numb from the pressure. The numb feeling crawled along her arms to her back, and then cunningly drilled into her heart. The comfort after the numbness almost made her feel euphoric.

She bit her lower lip, unable to resist the strange feeling in her heart, and boldly slandered Ying Mingcheng, "Did Song Zhengxin also say that to you?"